My dad wrote this for me. It is pretty good. Thanks dad
Matt Cox | 6th
Unpoetic-poetic Macbeth
Witch Sister wait for me upon the heath
Battles rain with bravery a foul
Witches vanish into air
Crown being seeked by MacBeth abounds
Murder I must the king to gain my will
Prepare his home for royal visit for my play
Ascension to the throne king I say
Lady MacBeth read thee prophesy hath fear
Murder is in the air terrible sin
Ambition afire ruthlessness I must attire
Sleep oh king to intoxicate blame thy guards
What, sir, not yet at rest
What a women mine has far a fear of cruelty resigns
Cursed thoughts tempt his dreams prophecy we share
Blood will the dagger bear which the king will share
He had been forgotten
Noise I hear worry awakened before evidence a plant
Death has come oh shaken one, MacBeth
Clear thy hands of the shine of sin
Slide the dagger behind thy friends
But weak you fall and lady must admin
Worry blankets form thy sin oh will I be cleansed
Strange events abound weather
A strange ground moves with prophesy rain
Death is discovered with loud proclaims
Cover thy sin in grief stricken rage all must flee
The unnatural night events a lie be told
The king was stricken by his guards
A bold voice I hear now after thy deed
dagger in mind thy stop and leave
Suspicions affront to fulfill the prophesy
No confession will be had
Murder again will rise
Looking into disloyal the’s eyes
Lady MacBeth saddened by power’s flight
Nightmares will not end until thy grave
Must show glee even thou dreadful deed will fall
Party will end to see the weird sisters again
Meet tomorrow for a better show
Lennox and lords see death reveals an army will be lead to MacBeth’s trail
Witches do we meet with bubbles and fire asking for future attire
Spirits are high witches have told but murder must unfold
Family with thy mother and friend will fall under thy dagger again
Fear abound the lady who husband has fled
Warning avert but are not hear murder fall on the family’s head
One admits sin and shine on one who is not good but it was a test
Confession of thy faults was false
Army awaits now to march on to sleepy Scotland
King of England hands ask to wave to cure all
Strange sleep we walk Lady MacBeth speaking words that can’t be heard
Guilt awash in blood that will not clear
Sweet smells will not make it end only a priest can amend
Army’s march to wipe the spread of MacBeth evil dread
Invincible MacBeth my feel but nobles are a flee
MacBeth worries about the lady but has not fear of death and bane
Thy army matches on the woods cutting branchs to hide thy hood
MacBeths army is a fold with many running free
We will stand here in our castle until they lay claim on thee
Lady cry out death awaits news comes unfazed
Her death was not at a time when it should come
Thy army appears fear sets in witch’s words are near
Alarm must be rung to alert men a near
Thy army appears branches disappear trumpet sounds charge is here
MacBeth awaits their advance to defend his castle again
Feeling attack to bear a young man enters and death he wears
Revenge a sounds for the death of wife and family charge to the castle to find thy murder
Roman fool will not fall upon these grounds
The will stand and fight
One man from the womb and one ripped from the womb battle but one will not fight
Yield he must being the laugh of them all
Kiss the ground before young Malcolm
Then MacBeth stand and fights
The battle is won others wonder where they may be
Whose voices I desire aloud with mine
Healing will come and new king there will be
